An obsessive tune

Night passed, morning came
Even though I was tossing and turning I couldn’t find any place
This is my journey to the wrong destinations my friend
If you want to forget the way, let’s be together
On the one condition to forget your name first
True, everyone fears being forgotten
May they be reminded life after life
of their absence
When will dreams and truth be recognised?
Even when awake how can the answer be known when all around have been
sleeping the sleep of memory
An obsessive tune is stuck in my mind

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